what’s a woman supposed to do with the 5 hours of free time which had started with baran kissing her deeply whilst dressed like royalty for some hospital gala, giving her a teasing pat on the cheek and then gliding out the door

well, fantasize about her girlfriend…obviously

so by the time baran does get home, she barely has time to step out of her heels, wincing a little at the discomfort, and then trinity is on her. hands and tongue and teeth, pressing baran up against the front door

well i missed you too, baran laughs breathlessly as trinity works a path down the column of her throat, been thinking about you in this fucking dress since you left, trinity grumbles against baran’s skin, nipping at her pulse point to earn a gasp

oh yeah? what about it? baran probes. thinking about it on the floor, what you’re wearing underneath, i know you can’t wear a bra with it, thought about bending you over in it too, good thing i didnt go with you, would’ve needed to drag you away to fuck you halfway through the night

baran groans, spurred on by the way trinity has one hand slipped in through the slit in her dress, squeezing steadily at her thigh, sounds like you got yourself all worked up pretty girl, you want a hand with that?

to her surprise trinity shakes her head, leaves the dark mark she’d been working on making bloom against baran’s collarbone, to instead drop to her knees, wanna eat you out, hands bunching the fabric of the dress out of the way, enough so she can rest her head against skin and blink balefully up at baran, please

who is baran to refuse such a polite request?

trinity works her up expertly, knows exactly how to mouth at her to make her wet, make her gush, knows when to coax baran to hike a leg over her shoulder for better access, strong hands holding her hips against the door

doesn’t even notice the way her own hips have started rocking minutely, seeking out some stimulation after hours of nothing but thoughts of this

she knows when baran gets close because the hand in her hair goes from just resting, holding, wanting to be close, to gripping, tugging with a little more insistence to get trinity to the right spot

baran’s words change too, from soft little sighs of praise, my pretty girl, always so good to me, to harsher pants of breath, jesus, i would have come home earlier if i knew you were waiting for this, fuck, right there trin, baby

trinity feels is, in the back of her mind, that same tightening, that same building of pressure, but doesn’t really register what it means, so consumed by the taste and sound and feel of baran all around her

look at me trin, wanna look at you when i cum on your face, coupled with a tug to her hair to angle her head up, sticks her tongue out for baran to grind against, stares up at her girlfriend, mouth open, panting, using trinity to chase her own pleasure draped in a dress worth more than trinity makes in 3 months, and her down on her knees, in an oversize tee and some boxers she’d been lounging around in most of the day.

baran grips her hair even harder, enough to tilt the sensation just towards pain, the woman above her groans, hips jerking erratically against her tongue, her chin, her face as she cums, and trinity is aware that she’s moaning too, thighs shuddering where she’s knelt, a snap of pressure and a gush of wetness and oh-

when baran releases trinity’s hair, petting a little apologetic at the mess she made of it, a blissed out little smile on her face and an offer to happily return the favor. oh, uh, that’s, that’s alright, i actually-

Fuck all this, do you wanna go get a drink?

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and she can see the ways it’s benefitted their youngest girlfriend, how the gentle coaxing and the reassurances and certainty that baran loves her has helped. and it’s not that yolanda doesn’t love her, love them both, but she and trinity have history, neither of them were great for the other at the start. and trinity will always turn towards baran first after a particularly rough day.

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however, you do need to recognize the blatant racism that has taken root in most anti-garsantos sentiments.

garcia is abrasive. at times, she can be mean. in season 2, the whole “nepo baby” situation is a bit aggressive.

but garcia is not aggressive. she, in the grand scheme of things, is not mean. her softest moments are with santos.

the conclusion that garcia is abusive, and the conclusion that she is sexually promiscuous, or a fuckboy, is rooted in racism. in prejudiced ideas that have been used to dehumanize black and brown women for centuries.

many have said this, and it is not my intention to repeat the sentiment simply for the sake of it. i bring this up again so that we might also consider the infantilization of santos that often goes hand in hand with this sort of prejudice against garcia.

with garcia painted as an abuser, santos becomes the abused. a narrative is crafted that frames santos as someone who needs to be saved from garcia, effectively stripping her of all her agency and autonomy. she is made small, relegated to the category or status of helpless victim, denied her full personhood.

that is infantilization.

it is also racism.

infantilization is a core tenet of racism.

when you engage with fan content, particularly of other santos ships, and particularly of barantos—though i appreciate barantos, there are a non-negligible number of works that present at least one of these phenomena—do not do so idly. just because it is not real does not mean that it has no bearing on what is.

garcia is not abusive. santos is not helpless. al-hashimi is not her savior.

especially as it gets more serious because yolanda doesn’t necessarily need the levels of reassurance trinity does, is secure that trinity likes her, likes being around her, spending their free time together. but when yolanda realises she loves trinity she doesn’t quite know what to do with that feeling, too big for her to work out how to say the words, so she just doesn’t…

and trinity knows she loves yolanda but doesn’t want to be the one to say it first. is always toeing the line between forced nonchalance and being too needy, and even though yolanda, since they’ve started dating at least, has never given her reason to doubt that she likes her a lot, there’s still that pebble of doubt

so the two idiots just orbit around one another, around and around until it’s yolanda that breaks first, off a double shift from hell that then ran over even more, sleep deprived and crawling into bed next to trinity who has been lounging in yolanda’s apartment on her own day off. mumbling sleepily as she curls up against her, cozy and warm, i love you